ScarWidow/Wandnata one shots

[♦️Whispers of the heart]

Natasha walks into the S.H.I.E.L.D training area, her eyes immediately finding Wanda, who is in the middle of instructing her cadets. As Natasha's presence registers, Wanda calls an end to the session. "Alright, that's it for today. Good work, everyone," she says, dismissing the cadets. The room empties, leaving Natasha and Wanda alone with the echoes of their departure.

The air between them is heavy with unspoken words. Wanda's gaze is intense, causing a blush to creep up Natasha's cheeks. She looks away, extending a S.H.I.E.L.D tablet towards Wanda. Their fingers brush in the exchange. "I need your signature on this mission report," Natasha says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Do I have to do this now?" Wanda asks, her eyes never leaving Natasha's.

"It's from our mission in Ohio. Three days ago," Natasha replies, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. Wanda signs the report and hands the tablet back.

As Natasha turns to leave, Wanda's voice stops her. "Agent Hill?" The formality of the title makes Natasha pause. "What would it take for you to leave her?"

Natasha takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She turns slightly, her body angled towards the door, a silent signal of her intent to leave. She's looking down, unable to meet Wanda's gaze. "You talk about my marriage as if it's something I can just discard. It's not. It's my life," she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

"Even if you're not happy?" Wanda challenges, stepping closer. The closeness makes Natasha's breath catch.

Wanda moves closer, her hand still on Natasha's waist. She leans in, her voice a hushed whisper that sends a shiver down Natasha's spine. "I can't stop thinking about you. You're always on my mind," she admits. "I look forward to coming to work, to being with the team, just to see you."

The words hang in the air between them, a confession that changes everything and nothing at the same time. Natasha feels a pang of longing, a desire to give in to what her heart wants. But she knows she can't, not without causing more pain.

"Wanda, stop," Natasha pleads, her voice barely a whisper. It feels like every word is being torn from her, each syllable a battle. Her heart is racing, pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Wanda places her hand on Natasha's waist, pulling her closer. The touch brings back memories of their stolen moments together, moments that were sweet but filled with guilt.

"Give me a chance. Just one night. Just to be with you. No interruptions. Just us," Wanda pleads, her voice laced with desperation and longing.

Natasha shudders, a chill running down her spine. Wanda whispers, "Please, Princess," her voice trembling with conflict. She knows this is wrong. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, and she hadn't planned on cheating on Maria. But she can't deny the electric charge that Wanda's touch ignites within her. She can't deny what her heart desperately craves, and it's Wanda. Not Maria.

"I'm trying to stay away from you, but you make it so damn hard," Natasha whispers, her voice raw with emotion.

"Then don't fight it. Say you'll come," Wanda whispers back, her eyes pleading.

Natasha finally turns to look at Wanda, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "Okay," she answers, her voice barely above a whisper.

>>>

Natasha lay comfortably on Wanda's bare chest, their bodies intertwined in a dance as old as time itself. The softness of Wanda's skin against hers was a comforting sensation, a stark contrast to the hardness of the world outside. Wanda's hand gently combs through Natasha's sea of red curls, the rhythmic motion soothing and familiar.